Luyện nghe bài hát Chekhov's Gun

Even gold turns under the soles
CDs in the potholes,
Out of just like the things you can't control
caught in brighter lights
Oh dear, the fear will never
It hides between the fine lines of face
And maybe this will fade fame
Or shadow you like a given
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled
You hide away your room
Close your eyes so change and pain feel the same
You've got it out
But aren't logical
They'll the glass regardless of how full
They oblivious
To that burn like cigarettes
And in piles of things you soon forget
And this will fade with fame
Or shadow you a given name
truth's disguised in a tangled shame
You away inside your room
Close your eyes so change and pain just the same
Your a power play
Your contradictory
You shred the script and fake your
It's hidden in
And so it glints like gun
The shot goes off, and yet the show on
And maybe this fade with fame
Or shadow you like a given
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled
You hide away your room
Close your eyes so changing
Not a left worth taking
Everything's mundane, nothing remains
Cause change and pain will feel the same